"People think it's romantic," he told you. "It's also an out-of-reach idea, and people tend to go after unavailable things."
"It's not out-of-reach," you said. "Most of us can find our soulmates with magic. For me, I can find them just by following my fate string."
Your casual tone should not be paired up with words like those. Widening his eyes in surprise, Jisung turned to you quickly and he asked, "Wait–so it's real? Like soulmates are an actual thing?"
"They are. Everyone has a special person, Jisung. People aren't creative enough to make up such a vivid concept, it had to came from somewhere," you informed, crossing your hands in front of your chest. "But it's not that big a deal, though. There are a lot of cases of soulmate reject."
"Oh, I've seen those in stories before." Jisung snapped his fingers in acknowledgement, as if he found a solution to a world crisis.
"Good, so you aren't one of those who believe soulmates have to love each other," you muttered before looking up at him. "Soulmates are a little different than what you might expect. The red string they share actually stores the feelings and memories. The stronger the feeling, the stronger the string is, meaning the more magical it is. If you never share any memories or feelings with your soulmate, it's just a string."
He nodded at the newfound information. How he wished he could tell Felix all about this! That freckled boy would be so energetic (and probably a little smug) to hear that soulmates are, in fact, a real thing. Jisung could almost hear the disbelieving scoff in Seungmin's voice, bright with retorts despite having the blatant truth mapped out in front of him.
"You can store magic in your string?" Jisung asked suddenly then, trying to keep the conversation going.
You nodded at him, then you shook your head in thoughts. It was a rather complicated concept, but it also wasn't. There were a heaping amount of interesting cosmic laws to how soulmates work, and you didn't know where you could begin explaining it.
"Yeah, it's so soulmates can help each other out in desperate situations. It is a form of magic that even non-magic users can, I guess, subconsciously utilize," you said. "Obviously, normal people don't actually get to cast a spell with it because you guys know no spells. But, when soulmates are together, the string acts as a shield to fend off bad luck or accidents. Those things."
The soulmate string links two people together. The more in love with each other soulmates are, the stronger the magic is. It is, however, not tragedy-proof. There will always be death within the laws of the universe; the cosmo feeds off of the human soul because it needs energy to protect those it chose to stay alive. Love is great but it is not above the truth, and the truth is that everything comes to an end.
The soulmate string cannot prevent death from happening. It in turn causes it—when one dies, the other goes shortly after. But it also does not. The most humane thing about that was its voluntarily occurrence. People chooses to fade. When a spouse dies, the other spouse soon follows. When a best friend dies, the other best friend soon follows. When a child dies, the parent soon follows.
The human spirit yearns so hardly for their other half that death becomes voluntary. That is what makes soulmates a big deal, you supposed.
"Magic needs to go through a certain medium, like how I have to use my strings to manifest my magic," you added. "When an emergency comes, the soulmate string can be our last resort. It's never really used, though, since that requires breaking the string and transferring the magic."
Jisung raised a brow, getting more and more intrigued with more information. He asked, "I suppose something bad happens if you break it?"
"I don't think it's too bad. The person who breaks the string will be forgotten by their soulmate, that's all." You shrugged. "Since the magic builds on your memories and feelings, when you break the string, you just release everything and set them free."
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FanficHaving been alone most of your life, the last thing you thought would gain you a few friends and a home was helping a random boy get past the school gate after he was late. © wovhyuck
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